Take the leap of faith.
fear·less
/ˈfirləs/
adjective
adjective: fearless
lacking fear.
Becca has lived in captivity her whole life until she finds her mother after seventy years of being apart. But when Ultron attacks, the daughter is sent to live...
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Their first stop before starting patrol was Delmar's. They always got sandwiches from their favorite sub shop, saying hi to Mr Delmar was always a highlight of Becca's day. The two would engage in conversations that Peter could only pick up words here and there due to him not knowing Italian like his girlfriend did. She was gifted in speaking eight different languages aside from English and Russian. She was talented in more than just linguistics though, her seven decades in the red room had scarred her but also gave her advantages in her life. What she was forced to do and how to do it became second nature to her, blending in with the shadows if they were patrolling at night. It had helped her when she and Peter had taken down Sinclair.
Sinclair was something she didn't often like thinking about. But it was hard not to, all the relatively good memories she had of her decades in the Red Room were with Sinclair, or Demmy as she used to call him. But those were tainted now, just like everything else in her childhood. The only good memories she had were of her life before the Red Room. Five years. That was it, and she couldn't really remember those anymore, the scars of the Red Room inflicted so much pain and damage that the good memories she would cling to slowly vanished from her thoughts.
"What's up, Mr. Delmar?" Peter greeted, snapping Becca from her dark thoughts as she looked around at Mr Delmar's shop. She waved at the shopkeeper with a faint smile.
"Hey, my two favorite customers." Mr Delmar teases as Peter sets down two bags of gummy worms on the counter to pay for them. "Number five and eight, right?" He asks the couple.
"Yeah, and with pickles, and can you smush it down real flat? Thanks." Peter said to the sandwich maker behind the counter with a smile. "Fia?" He questions, noticing her shift in emotions, his hearing had picked up her change in heartbeat earlier but he had hoped it would leave her and she would be back to the Fia he knew the best. He still hadn't asked about her past, and he wasn't sure if he'd ever ask because it was something so private to her.
Becca's blue eyes snap up, her cheeks heat up slightly in embarrassment as she looks at the two people watching her, "I like mine smushed too, please." She relays to the sandwich maker and he nods, proceeding to make their sandwiches. Her order never changed from when she first stepped foot into Delmar's and Uncle Ben had ordered for her, simple white bread with turkey and cheese.
"You got it, boss." Mr Delmar says, then looks Becca over carefully, "You alight, il mio bambino?" My child. Mr Delmar asks Becca cautiously as Peter wraps his arm around Becca's small frame loosely.
Becca nods slowly, leaning into Peter's embrace, "Sì, solo brutti ricordi." Yes, just bad memories. She responded with a small but weak smile. Peter knew enough Italian from Becca teaching him the languages she spoke to know what she had said. And Mr Delmar knew enough from what he's seen in the news to know that her bad memories would put others in mental hospitals.
Mr Delmar nods slowly, accepting the answer he was given, then looks at Peter to ease the tension of their worry, "How's your aunt?" He asks with a smirk.
